What is it that makes one noble? And who are we to decide? Because as of late those held in high regard, Have caused genocide.
Can you deem someone noble For getting out of bed? Or do they have to sit on a bus? Or enlist in the army instead?
These days the most noble thing That one can do, Is truly love someone And have that love felt too We are all so afraid Of letting down our guard, That we become isolated And life becomes hard.
I do not know a knight in armour Or a superhero, But I do know many people Who refuse to let life tell them no
And what a crazy thing To be so optimistic When depression and death Seem more realistic; And I’m sorry if I seem pessimistic About where my life is going; I’m just trying, Trying to keep my thoughts flowing.